The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 730 Ch.729 I have several (plus) -

I don't know why Shandel is angry.

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Even if I used Rose's brain to think, there was no way I could have any deeper connection with these sirens.

"No…"

“I think she did the right thing.”

“It’s worth guarding against.”

Roland: ...

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What kind of person am I in your eyes?

"You are not even human."

It’s not Shandel’s fault.

When Roland took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trouser legs, and stepped into the sea step by step - many "spots of light" suddenly appeared in the dark waves: they were sea monsters one after another.

As the siren he whispered to said:

Her mother, and sisters.

These sea creatures, which were longer and wider than humans and had a strange beauty, came all over Roland like Mr. Jack's hounds seeing Halida. They sniffed with their noses, tasted with their mouths, and probed with their stickier fingers...

Anyone with eyes can see it.

They like him.

"…powerful scent."

The Whispering Siren squeezed to the front, pushing her mother and sisters out of the way.

"You are powerful, my fellow man."

Without waiting for Roland to speak.

Fluorescent green spots appeared one after another, and the mysterious sea water could not stop these curious faces, nor could it stop them from surging along with the water flow like pilgrims, moving towards "power".

Shandel silently put away his gun and took a few steps back.

Found a more convenient place to watch:

The moonlight is bright.

A barefoot, black-haired young man with his sleeves rolled up.

Black waves blowing with white foam.

A bunch of pious aliens.

Eerie green light.

"I would rather devote myself to a god like this..." the Saint Candidate murmured, her hands hidden in the night busier than her heart.

The Sirens were curious.

Roland was also very curious.

——Where do they come from?

"Alas! From the sea, fellow! We, are in the sea! You should be too!"

"No, I live on land," Roland said, sitting on the stone steps, ignoring the wetland. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the creatures gradually gathering in front of him. "I can't live in the sea. I will drown."

The Siren tilted her head in confusion.

"…You are, a compatriot. You can live in the sea."

"I just got your compatriot's throat. Although I didn't kill him with my own hands, I drank it with my own mouth." Roland pointed to his throat. "Do you want to take it back?"

The Sirens stared at each other for a moment.

It was still the whispered speech.

Her voice became much lighter.

"Oh my! You are honest! Humans are not honest!"

She stretched out her slime-covered hand, pointed at Roland, and then at herself.

"She belongs to you, and she is happy."

"You mean, the 'throat' I drank from is willing to be...drank by me?"

The siren smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"Powerful! She! Happy!"

Roland was a little puzzled: "How did you know?"

"sound."

Said the Siren.

She said the voice couldn't lie.

"She is happy, fellow man. You should not be sad."

She suddenly swayed her tail, floated up a few inches, and held Roland's hand.

Amid the vague curses of unwillingness from the crowd behind him, he pressed his face against it.

Rubbed it gently.

It was a very strange touch.

Roland promised that he would never forget it in his life.

"you…"

"powerful."

"Jiao Pei."

She pressed her hand against Roland's and gazed longingly at her compatriots on the stone steps.

Roland sighed.

"I can't help it, my compatriot," he said with a look of regret, leaning forward and smelling the scent of the ocean on her: "You didn't tell me earlier. If you had told me earlier, I would have brought it out..."

The siren was so anxious that she spoke to him through her head instead of her throat.

"Oh my! How could you not bring it! What a pity! What a pity! "

Roland also thought it was a pity.

"I left it at the hotel."

The female mermaid let go of his hand, turned her head and spoke to her family, repeating Roland's words - she forgot the important thing in the hotel, and no one could get it tonight!

Then.

She was laughed at.

Maybe her mother, or a sister.

They laughed shrilly and made peculiar gestures in order to tease and ridicule her.

"That thing! You must carry it with you!"

They laughed all the time.

The female siren turned her head and glared.

"Tricked! Me!"

She sank into the water, then emerged with her cheeks puffed out, spitting out a stream of water that soaked Roland's hair and shirt.

Then, it dived in with a plop, and dived out with a plop, finding another angle to spit out water.

Roland was extremely angry. He waved his arms to block the cold water and expressed his anger at this insulting action.

He shouted:

"I just didn't bring them! I originally had several! I used them in rotation! I changed one during festivals! I changed one when I got tired of using them! How could you insult me ​​like this!"

The water column stopped.

The female siren blinked, hesitated for a moment, and turned back in confusion.

Repeat, ask.

This time, the laughter was even louder.

Before he was soaked by the water, Roland fell down laughing like the other sirens, half leaning on the stone steps and laughing non-stop.

The female mermaid dove into the water, creating small waves with her tail, thoroughly drenching this powerful but annoying compatriot - but after a while she quietly floated up again, showing her eyes, and carefully observing his reaction.

Seeing that he was still laughing there, he started laughing too.

"…like!"

"With me! In the sea! Our! Life!"

Unfortunately.

Roland couldn't live in the sea with these interesting friends - although he had also thought about living freely in the ocean like a whale, spraying water and making trouble everywhere.

"I cannot, my friend."

He leaned over, splashing water and spoke softly.

"I can't live in the ocean, and I have too many concerns on the shore. We can be friends, but only one can use his tail and the other can use his legs..."

The siren was very disappointed.

"How did you find me?" Roland asked curiously.

"Voice...sound..." She pursed her lips and turned her head away angrily, not looking at him.

"A magical power," Roland sat down one step, "Do you know... Aurora?"

The female siren was stunned.

"Aurora..." She imitated Roland's tone of voice, mumbling it several times, her eyes becoming brighter and brighter: "Of course!"

Roland's eyes lit up as well.

"You know? Really? Aurora?! Have you seen Aurora? The cute little fairy?"

The female siren looked confused.

"Fairy...spirit?"

"Yes, of course. She's a fairy, tiny, swinging in the treetops—"

The female siren turned her head and asked her family for help for the third time.

This time, there was no ridicule, only silence.

They also shook their heads.

"Aurora..." She gestured to Roland, as if drawing a huge circle out of thin air, "It's big."

"What?"

"It's a big one."

"No, I don't understand. She should be a fairy."

"No, it's big, big, very big." The female mermaid spoke incoherently, only letting Roland understand that the 'Aurora' she was talking about was very big - a very, very, very big... 'thing'.